This is a song about "Go make your own car poem"

Your music in the car

You know...you know who you are

Gotta follow your own vision

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Go grab your #diapers.. you'll just make a sea

Ha - so gifted, do it truly

I make my own music, i even produce,

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

At least i have my own house and a car!

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

I write my own lyrics and i make my own beats

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

To start the car, embark as far from here as it can go

U go along on ur own but nigga your walkin all alone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne